You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!

The water vessel, taken as a vessel only, raises the question, "Why does it exist at all?" Through its fitness of construction, it offers the apology for its existence. But where it is a work of beauty it has no question to answer; it has nothing to do, but to be.

If you want to know India, study Vivekananda. In him everything is positive and nothing negative.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.